A sky of lead,
Covered with heavy clouds
It stagnates the sun with pure white,
Shattering it to pieces
Sharpening the sound of buzzing in my ears
A swallow flies down low
It traces the number eight
As it soars over valley of building
Momentarily, the evening showers will fall
On a path of dull weather
Forgetting her umbrella
A girl walks on,
Frightened by the rain
And so i will too,
Hang my cowardice and look up into open sky.